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I felt so safe and warm leaning against his body. I rolled over, so I could press my head closer to his chest. The beating of his heart was hypnotizing. Just when I was about to fall asleep, I heard Colt's voice again - "Zowie guacamole! I forgot to ask, which left should I take first, the first one or the second one? Oh... I can't believe you guys are hugging out without me. I want a hug as well!" "Don't come closer," Darren warned him. "Come on! I fell from a roof and broke my back! A hug from a warlock will relieve my pain!" Colt whinnied.

The tension in here was deafening. Valiente's grin appeared boldly. “Rodrigo podría caer de una torre de doscientos pies sin paracaídas, y no movería un solo dedo para salvarlo… incluso si pudiera.” 'Rodrigo could fall from a two-hundred-foot tower without a parachute, and I wouldn’t lift a finger to save him… even if I could.' He kept his voice low enough for the message to hit just right. And it did. Marisela's jaw dropped again. She blinked twice, staring at him.

“Sugar, I should’ve guessed you’d be a Brazilian kind of gal.” “You approve?” “Mmm-hmm.” Colt placed his mouth on the top of her pubis and brushed his lips back and forth across the bare skin. So soft. Closing his eyes, he let his tongue follow the sweet cleft leading straight to paradise. At least, he’d intended to, but his tongue ran into a barrier. A metal barrier. He opened his eyes. Holy shit. A thin bar stretched above her clitoris, piercing the skin above it. “Surprise.”

Instead, I sold the old apartment I'd bought years ago and left the country. I heard from the grapevine that Erin and Dean had been involved in murder when they'd been dating. As a result, their case was placed under legal review. I also heard that Mom fell ill. Aunt Abigail had also suffered health complications. The Whittaker sisters somehow reconciled and were now living together. As for me, I was doing quite well for myself. After all, us Valantheans had never shied away from hard work. I only work on work days and would take time off to travel during holidays. I would sometimes approach a familiar silhouette before leaving in disappointment.

The old man must have slipped off his stool and ended up hanging there, unable to pull himself up. Helma had said with regret, "If you get the angle and the force just right, you can hang yourself even while sitting. You only get one life. You've got to be careful." He never thought that would be his end too. Alan slipped the chain around his neck, his Adam's apple shifting slightly. He looked down. He had once been full of hope, dreaming big dreams and secretly vowing to outshine Cole. He kept that vow close to his chest, telling no soul.

And like a wrecking ball, I’m hanging over the ceiling! A heavy metallic hook hangs down the ceiling and anchors me by the tightly knotted rope, so I’m left to dangle wherever my body swings. “Oh, my god…” Panic shoots in. My body is quivering with the fear of falling and breaking my bones. The stench of urine hits hard and without a struggle, I remember how I got in this mess. Mr. Russo!!! I almost gasp in terror Desperate to find him, I gently try to move my weight to the side. I’m expecting to see his huge frame watching me from behind, not the sight of a Master Dildo stationed right beneath my exposed asshole.

Colton hadn’t moved in almost an hour. He stood by the wall-length window, the skyline burning behind him in twilight bruises—purple, gold, and the ash-blue of dying light. His reflection hovered in the glass like a ghost: shirt unbuttoned at the throat, collarbone taut with tension, sleeves pushed past his elbows as though he needed his hands free to break something.

Her chest motionless; were her eyes not open, one might presume her deceased. The jagged object embedded in her collarbone remained unextracted. At the end of a slender chain dangled a silver hook, akin to a fish hook piercing through gills. Eulalia tumbled from the board to the earth, propelled by the man’s force. Prostrate, blood dripped from the corner of her mouth to the floor. “Summon the fool we apprehended two days prior.” Eulalia craned her neck; her hearing dulled by the five-needle concoction, the man’s voice was indistinct to her. From her perspective, only his thin lips seemed to move.

My black dress was all bloodied when I straightened up with the crocodile shears at exactly the two-hour mark since we got here. Colt stood up for the first time, walked over and stopped beside me as we started down at Norio’s dick. “Looks like a circumcision.” His voice was low as his eyes took in the pale, flayed flesh on the now unconscious Norio. He had passed out one minute in. “That’s one neat job,” Colt said, and I turned to see him watching me.

He bent her knees and tied her ankles to her thighs in a frog-tie position, leaving her ass and pussy completely exposed and accessible. Eden tested the bonds. She couldn’t move much at all. Julian picked up the anal hook. “I’m going to put this in you,” he said, coating it generously with lube. “And then I’m going to attach it to your collar. Every time you move your head, you’ll feel it.” Eden’s breathing quickened as he slowly worked the hook into her ass. It was thicker than anything she had taken before, and the stretch made her gasp.